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not limited to but including:
Björk. Whose name has become synonymous with ‘Iceland+ singer’….Or the obvious choice when playing the name game and presented with those clues.
I cannot listen to cocoon without getting shivers .
And she wears pretty face paint during performances…
[and lots of other crazy stuff]
Emiliana Torrini.
First heard her magical voice while driving through a windy forest in NZ, sun filtering through the leaves of the trees and all such associated cliches…. lovely.
Then nearly threw up when she was being played in Sportsgirl the other day. But I guess I wouldn’t have known that unless I myself had been in Sportsgirl. So, can’t complain. But when my favourite singers are played in shopping centres it just seems to break the spell 
Oh yes, she also does an awesome cover of White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane. You should totally download it (I don’t know how else to get it) …
Jóhanna Sigurðardóttir.
The world’s first openly lesbian prime minister. OH YES!!!
Now, I admit that I know very little about her politics and could be getting prematurely excited. But as far as I’m concerned this is a “fucking awesome until proven not so” situation. Down with patriarchy and all that.
Feel free to add to the list of reasons why we should all visit iceland!
No more dumb posts where I pretend to say something profound after cut-and-pasting a definition from dictionary.com. Well, for this week at least. Now it’s time of a good ol’ whinge.
Mondays this semester are officially my worst day of the week. To begin with it’s a brutal 9am start and a twenty minute wait for a coffee at Castro’s. This is vastly improved by a four hour break of nothingness before I attend my Sex and The Screen tute of horror, in which the level of debate each week approximates to: “um, I think, like, that movie, like, shows how women are like, objects of the male gaze.” (No, really?)
But my favourite class of all has to be the 5 til 8pm ‘Writing through Character’ workshop where we discuss subjectivity and the joys of psychoanalysis and attempt to relate them to the process of under-graduate creative writing. Yes, clearly the Oedipus Complex has wide application, but must Freud invade the sacred space of the creative writer? I think not.
What really shits me about this class is the total amount of wank that people actually say. Is there a metaphoric threat of castration in this 19th century Russian short story? Is there a homoerotic sub-plot in this text? Do women really write with more attention to detail than men? Could a man have written Jane Eyre? Maybe Charlotte Bronte was a man! People actually care about this. Isn’t that the kind of thing you should be talking about in creative writing, you ask? Well, maybe you’re right, and I should not be in this course. I just really don’t care about whether or not Tim Winton’s characters encapsulate Tim Winton’s entire personality or perhaps only represent aspects of his personality. I mean, GOD!!!
In desperate need of a revolver or a change of attitude, I forced myself to look at this three hour block of hell through new eyes today. I will join in with the wank, I thought. I will say whatever I am thinking, face those blank faces with defiance, and add to the entire scene of pretentious wankiness with my own unique slant. So, I contributed to the workshopping with the most helpful and constructive criticism I could. I used phrases like ‘visually evocative’, ‘strong unique narrators voice’ and ‘beautiful metaphoric language’. ”This piece of writing reads as though it was written under hypnosis.” Was one of my enlightening contributions. Someone laughed. And it wasn’t with me.
But I left class feeling better. Perhaps there is a sense of freedom in succumbing to being a pretentious Melbourne Uni student creative arts wanker. Talking through your ass. Yes, I can do that. In fact, this blog is testament to the fact that I do it at least semi-frequently. And, lets face it, I do care about wanky things – postmodernist intellectual banter and analysis of the ‘ism’s’. Why not embrace it? In the words of Emiliana Torrini, today has been okay.
PS. People, don’t be afraid to comment on my posts! I have had like a hundred views of my blog in the last two days and no comments for months. I can’t quite figure out what’s going on… :D
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